I’ve forgot what beauty smells like

after the gulls

and the four winds

loving the memory of something

or

someone

on the coast and stomach-aching

dismal

you are the denominator

and i hate arithmetic

math

algebra

of all the nonsensical

i loath the formula that makes me think of you

it’s tested. tried.

tried tried tried tried tried.

and tried

it’s a formula that doesn’t let me have

anygoddamnedthing

and here

with the metronome heartbeat of god and water

and my mother

earth

the glare of alone

can blind